On the mend
My heart fills with gratitude as Ana is on the mend.
Jolts in life make one stop and count the blessings.
It could have been a lot worse, as head injuries are not to be trifled with.
It had to happen, so it did; no dissections, just good vibrations.
Every once in a while the mind invariably leans towards reassessing the value of seemingly superfluous things. And this recent concussion was one such.
Why do you feel comfortable revealing so much about your family and self while fiercely holding on to some notion of privacy?
Why bother when all of what you write is trivial? Don't you see there are bigger problems in the world? Much suffering and much abuse endured by many? Who cares about your little anecdotes?
Why are you bothering to write tedious detail as if it is an epiphany of sorts?
And if writing is the drive, why not write in some paper journal? Why not just type it up and save it locally? Better yet, why not take up a cause and write for it?
Despite the constant self-questioning about blogging, right from the start about five years ago, I've kept it up as it has been therapeutic in some sense. And when it ceases to be so, I guess I'll be ready for good-byes.
Jolts in life make one stop and count the blessings.
It could have been a lot worse, as head injuries are not to be trifled with.
It had to happen, so it did; no dissections, just good vibrations.
Every once in a while the mind invariably leans towards reassessing the value of seemingly superfluous things. And this recent concussion was one such.
Why do you feel comfortable revealing so much about your family and self while fiercely holding on to some notion of privacy?
Why bother when all of what you write is trivial? Don't you see there are bigger problems in the world? Much suffering and much abuse endured by many? Who cares about your little anecdotes?
Why are you bothering to write tedious detail as if it is an epiphany of sorts?
And if writing is the drive, why not write in some paper journal? Why not just type it up and save it locally? Better yet, why not take up a cause and write for it?
Despite the constant self-questioning about blogging, right from the start about five years ago, I've kept it up as it has been therapeutic in some sense. And when it ceases to be so, I guess I'll be ready for good-byes.
Labels: parenting, random musings
posted by Sheela
4 comments
4 Comments:
I think we blog so we can communicate with like minded friends that we might have not met otherwise ? ;) there is this sense of learning and support that comes with knowing that there are more people like you , that go through the stuff you do. Would not be able to get this with just a paper journal, would ya ?
Indeed! How else would I have 'met' you, Dee?!
My state of mind at this post is self-evident, huh?!
That is exactly what was on my mind when I mentioned it is "therapeutic" to write my blogs - to know I am not alone and to connect with like-minded friends who are going thru similar stuff...
Hugs, Sheela. Glad to know Ana is better.
Sandhya:: Thanks!
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